INTO THE JUNGLE, BORNEO
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The way to our bungalow in Borneo.
In color.
Our hut happened to be one that the Royals stayed in. I guess “Wills” does like to rough it. They are building brand new ones in a hurry after that visitor – quite opulent.
TWO LAST SHOTS
from the Terracotta army site. Worth seeing.
FLOWER SHOP, TOKYO
I love this little flower shop. This wonderful elderly couple run it and over the last couple years I have gone in there many times. No shared language, other than a love of flowers and herbs.
OLD DELHI MARKETS, INDIA (Part 2)
The Old Delhi markets are a real mix. Inside a city block you can find everything; spices, food, textiles, with a little bit of everything in between.
When it comes to colors and textiles, the Indian culture is all about color.
The Indian culture also loves their marigolds. Street vendors were selling them everywhere – especially near temples.
Did I mention that watching the street vendors and not being able to try any of the foods was torture?
This fellow was making these amazing deep fried, cinnamon, crispy sweet cakes. How do I know? They had them in the hotel at breakfast – a place where we could eat the food.
The Indian spice markets are like the textiles – filled with colors. I had one vendor try to sell me a huge bag of cardamom for a couple dollars – definitely not Tokyo prices.
A wonderful “wander”.
AFTERNOON JAZZ IN SAN FRANCISCO
I arrived early on a Sunday a few months back and went for a walk. Ended up in a little café where I had a sandwich and listened to some Jazz. I think I would enjoy living in San Francisco.
Out the window, a game of Jenga was being played.
Jenga and a few beers.
A few HDRs of the café .. could not resist (Config: Canon 5D Mark III, Canon 28-70mm)
It wasn’t the best sandwich, but the ambiance made up for it.
A TWIG FENCE
On a street in Tokyo, surrounding a beautiful temple.
Different. Not something I would have expected to see in the city.
A TAXI IN ASIA
This fellow had it all going on. He was driving barefoot, had things dangling everywhere in the taxi, 2 CB radios and no less than 10 cell phones; not a single one manufactured after 2007 or 2008.
I had gotten into quite an eclectic taxi.
I smiled when I looked over the seat. He had a lot of things plugged in.
Michael Weening: a few pictures 